Blues and Twos

I've been out with the paramedics this weekend. When I was younger, when I wasn't being a juvenile deliquent, I wanted to be a paramedic. This weekend made me realise how much I would have enjoyed it. Saw some great cases, including a little 8 year old boy who'd fallen from a tree and had a huge nail, foot-long piece of wood attached, through his foot. The paramedics were so great to him. So friendly and jolly, and defused the rather stressed situation in an instant. After a few puffs of Entenox he was giggling away and complaining about his ruined trainers. Bless him!